IT’S BEEN ONE MONTH SINCE CRUNCH CLAIMED HIS SUPERHERO HIDEOUT.
NOT WITH A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE, BUT WITH QUIET CONFIDENCE AND A TAIL THAT NEVER STOPS TWITCHING.

EVERY DAY, HE’S LEVELING UP.

COME HERE.
HE LAUNCHES ACROSS THE ROOM LIKE A CALL HE WAS BORN TO ANSWER.

STAY.
HE LOCKS IN. MUSCLES TIGHT. EYES FORWARD. TAIL VIBRATING WITH BARELY CONTAINED GREATNESS.

LEAVE IT.
A PAUSE. A STRUGGLE. A HEROIC INTERNAL DEBATE.

CRUNCH IS LEARNING THE COMMANDS. HE’S LEARNING HIS STRENGTHS.
AND HE’S NOT DOING IT ALONE.

WATCHING FROM THE SIDELINES ARE HIS OLDER ADOPTED BROTHER AND SISTER. VETERANS OF THE HOUSEHOLD. CALM. SEASONED. UNBOTHERED. THEY TEACH BY EXAMPLE. HOW TO WAIT. HOW TO LISTEN. HOW TO HOLD THE LINE WHEN TEMPTATION IS NEAR. CRUNCH STUDIES THEM LIKE LEGENDS, MIMICKING THEIR PATIENCE, CHASING THEIR APPROVAL, AND SLOWLY FINDING HIS RHYTHM.

BUT TRAINING DOESN’T STOP THERE.

BECAUSE SOMEWHERE IN THE SHADOWS LURKS THE VILLAINOUS CAT.

SQUEAKERS.
ARCHITECT OF CHAOS. SILENT INSTIGATOR. MASTER OF THE WELL-TIMED GLARE.

CRUNCH TERRORIZES SQUEAKERS WITH HEROIC ENTHUSIASM. SUDDEN CHARGES. TACTICAL SKIDS. BARK-BASED INTIMIDATION. SQUEAKERS COUNTERS WITH TAIL FLICKS, IMPOSSIBLE AGILITY, AND THE CONFIDENCE OF A CREATURE WHO KNOWS EXACTLY WHERE THE HIGH GROUND IS. THE RIVALRY SHARPENS CRUNCH’S REFLEXES. EVERY HERO NEEDS A WORTHY ADVERSARY.

AND STILL… EVERY HERO HAS A WEAKNESS.

THE TREATS.
THEY TEMPT. THEY DISTRACT. THEY TEST THE LIMITS OF HIS SELF-CONTROL.

THE HIDEOUT REMAINS SECURE.
THE MISSION CONTINUES.
AND CRUNCH? HE’S GETTING CLOSER TO MASTERING HIS POWERS…

…AS LONG AS NO ONE DROPS A TREAT.